Post by Asher Jeremy Jones on Jun 9, 2011 18:17:05 GMT -6
it's time to show you what i'm all about,
ASHER JEREMY JONES
Sometimes I'm confused by what I think is really obvious. But what I think is really obvious obviously isn't obvious
ASHER JEREMY JONES
Sometimes I'm confused by what I think is really obvious. But what I think is really obvious obviously isn't obvious
get up, let's see what you're made of
the basics
the basics
Character Name: Asher Jeremy Jones
Alias: neutral
Birthday: July 6, 2000
Age: fourteen
Orientation: straight
House:
Patronus: labrador
Wand: 10 3/4, Unicorn Hair, Hazel
bring it on; you know i'm not afraid
the secrets
the secrets
Likes:
+Laughing
+Alone time
+Writing
+Sports
+Rain
+Understanding people
Dislikes:
-Rude/judgemental people
-Pitch darkness
-New places
-Dogs
-Being bored
Strengths:
+Charms and Transfiguration
+Friendly
+Accepting
+Deals with his emotions well
+Helpful
+Loyal
+Good listener
Weaknesses:
-Too quiet at times
-Tends to be alone alot
-Daydreams
-Competitive
-Divination
Boggart: A huge, rabid, beastly dog.
Veritaserum: Accidently killed a boy.
General Appearance:Asher is of normal size for his age with a nice lean body. Standing at 5'4, he's somewhat tall. He's been soemtimes called lanky. He has wild curly blonde hair that's a gold/bronze color. He never bother's to brush it. Asher's eyes however are what people notice the most. He has deep, dark, blue eyes that are filled with understanding and peacefulness. Even when everything is in chaos they stay calm and knowing.
The next thing people tend to notice about Asher is his goofy, crooked grin. When he smiled he tilts his head somewhat to the right and his crooked grin stretches from ear to ear. It gives him a mischievous look. Asher has one thing that doesn't quite fit his body...his hands. Asher's hands are quite big. He has long skinny fingers.
never give up when the going gets rough
the history
the history
Mother: Joann, 35, Muggle Teacher
Father: George, 40, Muggle Pilot
Siblings: none
Others: none
Background: Asher grew up in a normal English suburb where he and his parents had lived in peace. Asher was an average student in school though his teachers complained that his mind would wonder off quite often. He had one best friend, Michael, and many other friends. Everything was normal and Asher lived quite happily until around the time of his 11th birthday.
Asher and Michael were played futbol out in the field by the river. Michael had been beating Asher quite badly and tended to rub it in his face every few minutes. Like boys often do, Asher got angry and offended. In his anger, Asher glared at Michael who was showing off with the ball. Suddenly, Michael was lifted off the ground and thrown violently a few feet away.
Shocked and not realizing at the time it was him who had done it, Asher ran to his best friend's unconcious. When Michael had landed, though, he hit his head on a huge rock. Asher felt Michael's neck and arms for a pulse but couldn't feel anything. Frightened with the amount of blood there was Asher looked around franticly and found the river.
Asher, sobbing and barely able to see through the tears in his eyes, dragged Michael's limp body toward the river. He gave his friend one last look and pushed him into the current. Asher never was quite the same. Once he recieved his letter to Hogwarts and was explained to that he was a wizard, he soon realized that Michael's death was his fault.
Asher went to school though and made new friends and a new life. He'd try to keep busy with writing and school work so he wouldn't have to think about Michael. But he couldn't escape the loneliness and quietness of the nights. Nights where he'd lay inhis bed and sob silently think about what he'd done.
To his friends, though, nothing ever seemed wrong. Asher was a normal, charming, friendly boy who loved to laugh and sometimes play tricks. They had no idea of his past or of Michael. Asher never really talked about himself that much.
i'll show you there's nothing that i can't do
behind the scenes
behind the scenes
Player: Izzy
Age: fourteen
Contact: you don't need all that just pm me
Anything Else: gummi worms do it better!
RP Sample:
Asher walked into the quiet serenity of Hogwart's library. A place where no one bothered anyone else and there was absolute silence except for the rhythmic flipping of pages, scribbling of quill on parchment, and books selving themselves. He inhaled a bit as the smell of all the old books hit him and he smiled in delight.
After getting a better grip on his backpack, Asher strode to the corner of the library he found no one went to often and sat at his usual table. He took out his quill, ink, and the parchment he'd been writing his latest daydream on. Asher would often zone out and make up these very elaborate and detailed stories of all sorts of things. Some days he'd write a love story and others he'd write a daring adventure involving volcanoes and a hideous villian.
Onced set up, Asher took a deep breath and closed his eyes. Within minutes he was completely immersed in the story he'd imagined, seeing every detail in his mind. He'd do this then open his eyes and write what he'd see. Every couple of minutes he'd close his eyes again to continue the story.
Bent over his work for more than two hours, Asher was startled to feel someone touch his shoulder. He looked up to see the librarian standing there. "Asher, it's almost curfew. You've been here for almost two hours," she spoke in a hushed tone and seemed a bit amused at what she was saying. "Oh. I didn't realize the time. I'm sorry if I've kept you late, ma'am. I'll just be going," Asher answered as he packed up his things. He was always very polite to adults and learned to hold his tongue when talking about something he felt strongly about.
Asher gathered his things and slung his bag over his shoulder. After telling the librarian good night, he strode out the library. His story was still in the back of his mind and with each step he took it faded a little more until it was nothing more than a whisp of a memory.
After getting a better grip on his backpack, Asher strode to the corner of the library he found no one went to often and sat at his usual table. He took out his quill, ink, and the parchment he'd been writing his latest daydream on. Asher would often zone out and make up these very elaborate and detailed stories of all sorts of things. Some days he'd write a love story and others he'd write a daring adventure involving volcanoes and a hideous villian.
Onced set up, Asher took a deep breath and closed his eyes. Within minutes he was completely immersed in the story he'd imagined, seeing every detail in his mind. He'd do this then open his eyes and write what he'd see. Every couple of minutes he'd close his eyes again to continue the story.
Bent over his work for more than two hours, Asher was startled to feel someone touch his shoulder. He looked up to see the librarian standing there. "Asher, it's almost curfew. You've been here for almost two hours," she spoke in a hushed tone and seemed a bit amused at what she was saying. "Oh. I didn't realize the time. I'm sorry if I've kept you late, ma'am. I'll just be going," Asher answered as he packed up his things. He was always very polite to adults and learned to hold his tongue when talking about something he felt strongly about.
Asher gathered his things and slung his bag over his shoulder. After telling the librarian good night, he strode out the library. His story was still in the back of his mind and with each step he took it faded a little more until it was nothing more than a whisp of a memory.
it's so close, i can almost taste it
the credits
made by rae aka
cupcake of rpgd and
vanilla_pop of caution 2.0
lyrics from angela via
"catch me if you can"
no stealing or else the pretty
fishies in my aquarium will
eat you<3
the credits
made by rae aka
cupcake of rpgd and
vanilla_pop of caution 2.0
lyrics from angela via
"catch me if you can"
no stealing or else the pretty
fishies in my aquarium will
eat you<3
